“He is?” Harry turned on his heel, looking up at the stands.
Ron put his arm around Harry’s shoulder, pulling him across on the pitch, “Don’t gawk, you’ll scare him off. The little ferret thinks he’s being subtle.”
“Hey!” Ginny yelled down at them, already in the air on her broom, “I thought you two wanted to help?”
Ron waved at her, “Relax! We’ll get there!”
Ginny flipped them off and flew higher.
“I just don’t think-” Harry hesitated, “there’s no reason for him to come here.”
“He fancies you, you berk,” Ron said with a sigh, “You and him are the only ones who can’t see it.”
“Okay, look, I’ll prove it to you,” Ron said, dropping his arm and pulling open the bag he had brought with him.”
“Prove it? Prove it how?” Harry asked.
“With these,” Ron said, taking out a pair of omnioculars, keeping them close to his body and out of sight.
“Now take off your shirt,” Ron ordered.
“What?” Harry gawped at him.
Ron rolled his eyes, “Hermione told me, she used to come watch me practise when it was nice out because I would take my shirt off. If he likes you, it’ll show and I’ll record it, show it to you and the two of you can stop being such daft buggers.”
Harry’s face felt hot, “Just take off my shirt? And then what? It’s little cold for it isn’t it? I’m gonna look stupid.”
Ron shrugged one shoulder, “Won’t matter. Just be sexy or something,” he said over his shoulder, trotting across the pitch and underneath the boxes, obscured by shadows.
“Be sexy or something,” Harry muttered under his breath, “easy for you to say.” He sat his broom down, stripping his shirt off and dropping it at his feet. Rather than stand in the middle of the pitch doing nothing, he did some random stretches, retrieved his broom, checking the handle over for any nicks or scuffs, examined the bristles.
Ron ran up, “That’s enough, mate! Geez, didn’t know you had in you.”
Harry’s brow furrowed, “I didn’t do anything.”
“So the bit where you flexed-”
“Stretched!” Harry said defensively.
“Bent over and showed Malfoy your arse-”
“I was just picking up my broom!” Harry said, his face feeling hot.
“Then fondled your shaft for about a minute.” Ron finished, raising an eyebrow.
Harry punched Ron in the arm, “Shut it!” He snatched his shirt off the ground, quickly pulling it back on.
Ron laughed, not even fazed by the punch, “Well, whatever it was you were doing, it worked.”
Harry spun back around,“It did?”
“See for yourself,” Ron said, holding out the omnioculars.
Harry took them, and playing them from where Ron had left it off. They wobbled, everything a blur at Ron moved them up, focusing on the stands across the way where Draco was indeed sitting in one corner at the very front. He had a rather boring Potions textbook in his hands that he was reading, until his eyes looked past the book, focusing down the pitch. He twitched like he had been pinched then began to flush, first pink then red, spreading from his cheeks to his ears and down his neck. The book held up like a shield in front of himself, though he never once looked away.
“Seriously!” Ginny said, landing next to them with a huff, “You said you were going to help me train my new seeker and keeper-”
“Sorry, Gin! Something I’ve got to do!” Harry said breathlessly, tossing Ron the omnioculars and mounting his broom, shooting straight up and over to the stands.
“What was that?” Ginny asked.
“Nothin,” Ron said, tossing his omnioculars in his bag and levitating the whole lot to the side of the field, “Now about that keeper of yours-”
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